His Final Meal

Like broken bread crumbs scattered
The dried broken flesh ripped asunder
Wine spilled on the marble tiles
Blood dripping from the wooden table
A twisted knife hidden in the shadow
Waiting for the proper time to strike
To break the three-year friendship
The fifty silver tears splattered
On the suntanned cheek of the teacher
A kiss to kill, a curtain torn
The twelve less one watch on in horror
As the son of man hangs from a tree
While the bretrayer swings and spills